Thank goodness Brazil doens't play tomorrow. I have made no plans to watch the games and learned Germany beat the Costaricenses three hours after they had play. After having lived here for so long I lost my passion for futebol, pronounced footcheeBAW in Rio de Janeiro dialect. The only time I feel enthusiastic for the noble British sport, as radio commentators like to call it, is when my team, Botafogo, plays. This year we got lucky and were Rio de Janeiro State champions.
So I will not try to tell you some phony baloney explaining I didn't post sooner because I was watching the World Cup. I have no plans of talking about it, either. Tina Harris took the day off, went to get herself a haircut and color, for greying men look distinguished but women are targeted "old witches" and met my baby at the Promenade, walked around, it was a beautiful day.
Tomorrow a real post. Pinky promise.
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Why are promises made to be broken?
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